The one day Clarke met the commander, who was earth bound,

The girl who was born on the ground,

Sure she would die at a young age, but for now she was safe and sound.

They wanted nothing but death to their people, once they hit the ground.

This woman, her personality hidden,

Her body went numb, after their first kiss she was totally smitten,

The harsh metal pressed against Heda's throat,

She seemed unfazed, remaining stoic, no gloat.

The Grounders call her Heda,

But Clarke called her Lexa,

Her fingers gliding down her loves soft skin, full of scars and mixed forms of previous damage,

She loves Lex,

Not using her just for the sex,

Each touch burns with passion,

It wasn't her strong will keeping her away, it was her love and attraction drawing her close,

Grabbing and shoving off pleasure in a swirl,

She never thought she would love this far away girl.

Their love bloomed until the one horrid night,

Each emotion shone so bright,

Like the contallations on her back, each planet down her spine,

Not being able to say: 'I love you,' the memory of that night, swishing in Clarke's mind.

Lexa is and will always be the most beautiful sight,

Her small red cape draped over her slender shoulders, but smile so bright.

She's the Heda of the Tweleve Clans, the only one believing she can take a stand,

Even towards the Ice Nation, Azgeda she demanded that someone else were to command.

She keeps the chip close to her heart,

That small cape draped over Clarkes shoulder, what happened to Lexa made Clarke's anger start.

Everything made Clarke feel lonely,

She just wants Lexa to keep her company.

They were in bed, a small smile upon the brunettes lips,

Gentle caresses to Lexa's hip,

Then another gentle kiss to her lips.

Clarke's heart beats at a fast rate, until it skips.

Her eyes bright from adoration,

The held in passion, seemed to deafen,

"That's why I- because you're you, Clarke," Lexa said swiftly before their lips met,

Clarke loves Lexa, no one seemed to put it to a bet,

The contallations on her back,

Clarke gently ran her fingers over it, hoping for her to come back

It that swift of a moment, Heda Lexa was torn from her grasp,

And never to be given back.